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You are my sunshine	By : LerDan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 9:

The next morning was experiencing heavy rain. Grimmauld Place was getting gloomier and darker every day. The old stairs creaked, showing its elder state. The silence of the House was disturbed by the soft breathings of the occupants. The two boys laid in a small bed, sheets wrapped around them.

Harry was sleeping on his stomach, his hair ruffled and at odd angles, clutching the pillow to him like a lifeline. Draco was on top of him, his head resting on Harry’s bare back, lips parted as he breathed softly, their legs intertwined with each other. The position was too comfortable. The temperature of the room was cool and they were snuggled tightly together.

Draco stirred. The back of Harry’s body was comforting to feel the first thing in the morning. He placed a kiss at the center of Harry’s spine and with feather light kisses on his shoulder blades woke Harry up. Harry turned and looked at Draco’s blurry face. He smiled slowly. Draco looked like an angel hovering over him. He yawned loudly and closed his eyes, feeling Draco shift over him. Draco planted a sweet kiss on his chest and looked into his eyes again.

“Good morning…” his voice was husky and rough; Harry shivered.

“’Morning…” Harry replied and run a hand down Draco’s back. Draco looked down at him with a smile on his face. Harry looked gorgeous in the morning, his hair a mess, sleepy eyes blinking up at him, and the innocent smile ever so present on his face. He couldn’t stop himself as he leaned down and captured his lips into a searing kiss. Harry’s breath hitched as Draco nipped lightly at his lips. With a whimper Harry buried his fingers into Draco’s hair and crashed their lips together. Lips glided over each other mercilessly, Harry bit and nipped at Draco’s lips harshly, earning himself a groan from the blond. Their tongues fought for dominance, Draco won of course. He invaded Harry’s mouth quickly, arms tightening around his small body, their kiss turned more urgent. Harry broke away first, breathing harsh.

“Fuck,” was the only thing he had managed to say before Draco kissed him again. He was hungry for Harry’s lips. He never thought he’d ever kiss him, but he was, and he was planning on kissing him forever and ever.

After more kisses Draco pulled back and looked at Harry’s face; it was flushed, his lips were parted, and he was breathing harshly. “Merlin, you are gorgeous.”

“Look who’s talking,” mumbled Harry. His eyes still closed. He didn’t want to open his eyes, the dream was too real.

Draco chuckled, his already flushed face getting a tint redder. He buried his face at the crook of Harry’s neck, kissing it softly, he said, “Oh I don’t know Mr. Potter, you are incredibly sexy in the morning.”

“I repeat, look who’s talking,” said Harry and yawned again. He stretched and kissed the top of Draco’s blond hair, before sitting up. “So, what are we going to do today?”

Draco turned on his back and looked out of the gloomy window of the bedroom. “I don’t really know, stay here?” he suggested and looked at Harry.

“Whatever you’d like,” said Harry and shrugged. He swung his legs off the bed and walked into the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. Draco popped himself on his arm and watched as Harry walked to the bathroom, his naked bum looking as delicious as it was last night, before the door to the bath closed. He lied back and stared at the ceiling, a small smile curving at his lips. He sighed and stretched out too. His muscles were sore from previous night’s activities and he liked the feeling.

Harry came back to bedroom and flushed as he just realized that he was naked. Draco’s eyes zeroed down on his cock, and he squirmed a bit where he was standing. As if he could blush any further, he blushed and quickly got into bed looking down, not meeting Draco’s eyes. Draco smiled to himself and rolled off the bed and took his sweet time walking to bathroom. He knew that Harry was watching and shuddered a bit.

When Draco was safely in the bathroom, Harry groaned and kicked the bed sheets childishly. He had slept with Draco Malfoy. This was a crazy fact. Wow. Where was Hermione when he needed her? He sighed and looked out of the window. It was good that it was raining too. He loved the rain. It sometimes suited with his mood.

Harry sat up and looked around the room; their clothes were strewn everywhere. Harry moved out of the bed and started to pull some clothes on and made his way down the stairs towards the kitchen. His chest gave a painful lurch as his eyes rested at the head of the table where a high backed chair was placed; Sirius’ chair and place. His face darkened slightly as he remembered how he died. He missed him. He blinked quickly and turned around the kitchen, trying to locate something to eat. He started to rummage through the cupboards, finding some bread and eggs. He idly wondered just how old they were before feeling the bread in his hand. It was fresh. He frowned. Has anyone been here these days? He knew that Mrs. Weasley wouldn’t set a foot in this ghastly place, but she was one of the first persons that crossed his mind.

He shook his head and started to make the breakfast. Halfway through the process, the door creaked open and Draco walked in, his hair was wet, clearly indicating he had shower.

“I’m sorry I had shower without inviting you,” said Draco, and made his way towards the cupboard and took out some mugs for the tea.

Harry blushed furiously and tipped the crinkling eggs in the pan. “No worries,” he mumbled to his chest and flipped the eggs.

Draco smirked to himself; tapping his wand at the kettle it was soon boiling with hot water, and teabags were being dipped into it. Harry already told Draco about Grimmauld, that it was safely guarded and no one could trace magic inside of it, that’s why Draco used his wand freely. He took out two plates and placed them in front of Harry. He kissed the exposed back of Harry and a smile tugged at his lips as he felt Harry shudder from the soft kiss.

“How do you like your tea, Harry?” asked Draco as he started to pour them teas.

“Three sugars, no milk or anything, thanks,” Harry answered and he clicked the stove shut and placed the eggs on the plates that Draco provided him. When he was done, he took the plates and served them on the table, with a quick wave of his wand the bread was being cut and served too. When the both of them already sitting and having their breakfast Draco was unable to resist the pleasurable moan that escaped his throat; the eggs tasted good, so he raised an eyebrow questioningly at Harry, silently asking for some explanation. Harry cleared his throat and looked down at his scrambled eggs, “I know how to make dinner, because I’ve been doing this for my whole life.”

Draco frowned and swallowed his bite, “What do you mean?”

“I kind of, was a servant to the Dursley’s when I stayed with them.”

“Stayed?”

“This is my new home now. I live here, Dumbledore wanted me to,” answered Harry simply and quickly shoved his fork into his mouth so he won’t talk and maybe Draco wouldn’t ask him questions. No such luck.

“And what did you mean when you said you were ‘kind of a servant for Dursley’s’?” asked Draco, a small frown on his face.

“Nothing,” said Harry quickly and sipped his tea.

Draco looked at Harry, his frustration shimmering at the brink of explosion. He drummed his fingers on top of the table and waited for Harry to speak. But he didn’t. Draco sighed and sipped his tea, and said, “I want to know more about you Harry. We are together,” Draco took Harry’s hand in his, “and I want to know about it. I want to know how my enemy lived his life outside of Hogwarts.” He grinned as Harry stuck out his tongue childishly.

“There’s nothing to tell, really. I just cleaned the house and made them their breakfast, lunch and dinner. There’s nothing more to the great Harry Potter. I slept under the-” Harry stopped quickly then continued. “I slept in a spare room they had and that’s it to it, really.”

Draco caught Harry’s slip of the tongue and his frown deepened, “’you slept under the’ what?”

Harry growled softly and sprung to his feet, “Are you finished?” without waiting for an answer he grabbed Draco’s place, with half-eaten eggs still on it, and half-drunk tea. A chucked them into the sink and started to clean them with hands, under the cold water. Draco sat for a minute, trying to get his own emotions at bay, and thanking God for not letting him to get his passion get the best of him. He took another deep steadying breath and slowly approached the furiously scrubbing black haired boy in front of the sink. He cautiously wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and pushed him back to him. Harry’s breath stilled, but he didn’t move out of Draco’s arms, nor he stopped his scrubbing.

“I told you Harry, I want to know about you, unless you want to tell me about it, if not, then it’s fine by me, but please, don’t block me out,” Draco whispered at the back of Harry’s neck, his breath ghosting over the small skin over there, making Harry to shudder.

Finally Harry relaxed into Draco’s chest and his hands hung loosely over the sink, soap dripping down from his fingers. “I just…it’s hard for me to talk about it, can we please, not talk about my childhood…please?” Draco hesitated for a minute but then caught sight of Harry’s reddened cheeks, and breathed sigh of “yes”. Harry nodded back and resumed his cleaning. Draco placed a kiss on his neck again, and moved to lean over the counter and watch as Harry worked. His strong toned arms flexed under the pressure of his moves, his face completely serious, his lips pursed over each other, his hair as messy as ever, his green eyes bright at the dimly lit kitchen. And he was absolutely-

“-gorgeous,” Draco whispered.

“Hm?” Harry asked, distracted, looking up to meet Draco’s eyes. Blinking few times he saw the intensity of Draco’s face and he squirmed.

“I said, you are absolutely gorgeous,” said Draco, his voice low. Harry looked away his cheeks reddening slightly, though he didn’t answer at all.

When he was finished with the dishes, he dried them off with the towel and placed them back to the cupboards. He looked around the kitchen and saw that it was somewhat clean. He looked back to Draco and held out his hand. Draco took his hand and gave a light squeeze.

“How about a tour of my house?” asked Harry and walked out of the kitchen, his hand holding Draco’s.

“Yeah sure, why not?” said Draco and smiled at Harry. He moved closer and kissed his cheek, making the smaller boy to blush again.

Harry walked down the first corridor pointing at some closed doors or even opening them and letting Draco in to see the ancient House; after all Draco himself was a Malfoy, and a Black too, at some point. When they reached the room where the Black Family Tree was, Harry faltered. He swallowed hard and tightened his hold on Draco, who squeezed back and frowned at Harry.

Harry shook his head and took a deep steadying breath, before gently pushing the door open. Memories struck Harry like a hot lava; helping Sirius to clean this ghastly room, talking to him about his family, getting a tight hug from him for the last time, not knowing that it really was the last. His eyes prickled with tears and he closed them tightly and breathed sharply. Draco squeezed his hand one more time, and walked into the room, dragging Harry with him.

The said room was covered from floor to the ceiling with face-pictures and they were all connected to each other by a tree. At some places where the faces supposed to be; was burnt. At one side of the wall, something got Draco’s attention and he let go off Harry’s hand and made his way towards it. He lightly traced with a finger the golden beautiful lines that connected a family to each other, and the lines that were splattered away from the center of the line.

The Malfoys and the Blacks. Draco swallowed hard as he saw three lines splashing away from one of the Black families. Two equally beautiful women’s faces were looking at him intensely, one was burnt. Draco frowned as he lightly touched the spot where his Aunt’s face could’ve been and quickly moved away, not seeing the two lines that came out of Andromeda’s head. Draco slowly backed away from the tree and looked up just in time to see Harry, standing right in front of him. Harry was looking at him sympathetically a small smile on his face. He brought one hand up and cupped his cheek.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice a mere whisper.

Draco nodded but he was unable to form a word. His throat was suddenly tight and his eyes were itching. He cleared his throat and looked down at his shoes. Seeing the family tree of his mother’s side was getting on to him and he didn’t really know why. Maybe because he only thought that he had only Bellatrix as his Aunt, and seeing that he still had one more and not knowing about it, was really saddening?

He was suddenly crushed into a hug that he’d never thought he’d ever get. Harry was clinging to him, rubbing a soothing hand over Draco’s back as he cried. Draco didn’t know why or when he started crying but he was sobbing into Harry’s neck, as the smaller boy hugged him close.

“I-I don’t know w-why I’m c-crying, H-Harry,” choked out Draco, his voice breaking. “I really don’t.”

“It’s okay, Draco, it really is. Maybe it’s the fact that… that you’ve seen your family tree?” whispered Harry, his breath ghosting over Draco’s neck.

“Maybe it is…” he pulled back slightly and leaned his forehead over Harry’s, “Or maybe it’s the fact that I have an Aunt of whom I have never heard?”

“You mean Andromeda?” Harry asked, and kissed the corner of Draco’s lips.

“Yes. My mother never talked about her, and I’ve never really seen the Blacks family tree,” said Draco, his voice low. He moved his head to the side and kissed Harry’s temple.

“And she never mentioned to you about her?”

“She only told me that all the traitors were blasted off the family tree,” said Draco and turned around to look at the spot where his Aunt’s head was supposed to be.

“It’s because she married to a Muggle-born,” Draco looked quickly back at Harry, his eyes growing wide. “She married to a Muggle-born and I think that’s why she didn’t talk about her.”

“S-She married to M-Muggle-born?” stuttered Draco and searched Harry’s face, looking for something, but not knowing what.

“Yes,” Harry’s answer was short and simple.

“Oh…” Draco turned and looked back at Andromeda’s name, and saw the line that connected to a blasted circle also, name of it Ted Tonks. The two blasted circles connected into one smaller blasted circle, that circle was labeled as Nymphadora Tonks. “I have a cousin.” It was not a question, it was a statement.

Harry nodded and said, “Yes you do and she is an amazing woman.”

Draco only nodded and took a step back, wiping his eyes as he did so. He sheepishly smiled at Harry, who rolled his eyes and took Draco’s hand in his and walked out of the Tree Room, closing the door after him.

“Let’s go to the Living Room, hm?” said Harry and tugged at Draco’s hand. Draco nodded and walked with Harry towards it.

They comfortably sat at the couch there. Draco was resting his back at the armchair, his legs stretched out in front of him, while Harry was draped over his chest. The both of them sat quietly, not talking at all, or moving. Draco idly played with Harry’s hair, as Harry played with the buttons of Draco’s shirt. Harry sighed and turned his head up and kissed Draco’s chin.

“Tell me more about you…” They had been silent for the most part of the evening, having taken their lunch there too. The food appearance was still a mystery to Harry, but he didn’t care nor gave a thought to it, not yet.

“What would you like to know?” asked Draco and shifted a bit, pulling Harry tighter to him, getting warmer.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue, yours?”

“Green.”

Draco blinked, “Green?” Harry nodded.

“It makes me think of you,” he mumbled softly and looked down, fidgeting with Draco’s buttons.

Draco couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, and he kissed the top of Harry’s head. “What’s your favorite type of music?”

“They are mostly Muggle music,” said Harry and looked up at Draco apologetically.

Draco snorted, “I know some Muggle bands. Don’t.” Draco threatened when he saw Harry’s eyes widen in surprise and he was on the verge of saying something.

“I wasn’t going to ask you how you know about the Muggle bands,” Harry said and kissed Draco’s chin. “My favorite one is Red Hot Chili Peppers. You’ve heard about them?”

“Oh yes,” Draco laughed softly as he looked down at Harry’s bright eyes. “I really do love them. They have a great music.”

“Queen?” Harry asked hopefully.

“Meh,” shrugged Draco and smiled as Harry pouted and turned back to lay his head over Draco’s heart. He listened to Draco’s fluttering heart and closed his eyes, breathing in softly. After a moment of silence he said.

“I always wanted to play on something. It fascinated me, in some odd sort of way…” said Harry, “The sure fingers of the players always thrilled me, you know? How they touched the lines, or how their bodies moved with their playing. It always fascinated me…Draco?”

The blond had gone completely still. His hand was frozen in mid-stroke and he was biting his lower lip, eyes closed. Harry pushed back a bit and softly touched his face, “Draco? What is it?”

The question or the touch of Harry’s hand on his face seemed to wake Draco out from his moment of stillness. He took a deep shuddering breath and forced him to look at Harry, he smiled slightly and touched Harry’s furrowed brow with the tip of his finger, “You’ll get wrinkles.”

Harry’s frown deepened. “I don’t really care about wrinkles,” he replied absentmindedly, “But…tell me what is it?”

“It’s nothing, it’s…something silly, don’t worry about it,” Draco replied, as he thought was a casual way, but it came out rather shaky. What the fuck Malfoy? Get a grip. He kissed Harry’s forehead and pushed him carefully away, swinging his legs down from the carpet and walking towards the stand that held the alcohol. He poured himself a generous amount of fire whiskey and gulped it down. The burning in his throat was rather soothing, so he gulped another one, and poured himself a glassful and turned to walk back to the couch, where Harry was sitting on his knees, biting his thumbnail. Draco sighed and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees. Harry shifted and was kneeling behind Draco; his hands slowly made their way towards Draco’s neck and started to rub the tension off from there. Draco sighed and moaned into the touch, relieved that Harry was doing something wondrous with his talented hands.

“When I was a child, my mother made me to go to learn how to play on an instrument,” said Draco, his voice a low drawl. “At first I really liked it. It thrilled me. The fact that I was going to do something other than read the books that the Manor had in the library, I could distract myself differently. I managed to play fairly well. My mother was really proud of me. But as always it was too good to be true for me,” Draco swallowed down the whole glass and waved his hand to bring the bottle of fire whiskey towards him. He poured another glass and gulped a bit more and continued, his voice had taken a bit of bitterness, “My father as much as he liked listening to me when I played, told me to just…stop playing, because he thought that it was not becoming to the Malfoy name for an heir to play a violin…”

“You play violin?” asked Harry, his voice low too.

Draco nodded, “I played ones, now I don’t.”

“Why?” asked Harry.

“I have no reason to play anymore.”

They lulled into silence. Harry rubbed at Draco’s neck some more, then slowly moved his arms and hugged Draco from his back towards his chest. Draco’s free hand came up and softly touched Harry’s hand on his chest; he pressed back into the firm chest and sighed.

“Am I a good reason for you to play?”

The room fell into silence. The tension was so raw that Harry could cut it with a knife. Draco was tense in his arms, and he tightened his hold in him, to keep him in place.

“You are a very good reason for me Harry, to so many things…but this is…this is not something that I…I just can’t…and how am I supposed to play if there isn’t a violin?” asked Draco, his voice now calm, but inside his heart was beating like a wild hummingbird.

“Who told you that I don’t have a violin?” asked Harry.

“You do?” Draco was surprised and turned around to look at him.

“I don’t, but this house does. Come on,” Harry hopped to his feet and held out his hand. Draco looked at the offered hand, but when he made no move to grab it, Harry let out a frustrated huff. Draco quickly grabbed it and sprung to his feet.

Harry bit down at his lower lip to keep his face serious and not let the smile spread on his face. He quickly walked out of the sitting room and up the stairs to the third floor of the house. He gently nudged the first door open and quickly flicked his wand making the room to lighten up. He slowly walked into the room and looked around himself, Draco right at his side. Harry never really had been up here much so he just walked towards one of the couches there and sat down, waiting for Draco.

Draco looked around himself almost nervously. The room had every single instrument that had been ever made in the world. Draco licked his suddenly dry lips and looked over to the side where the shelf with violins sat. He slowly walked towards it and lightly touched one of the instruments there; he sharply exhaled at the smooth feeling of the wood under his fingertips. This would be the first time he had to play something for someone, someone important to him.

He shook his head lightly and grabbed it. He walked back to the place where Harry was sitting, and stopping just a few feet away from him. “I-” his throat suddenly formed a lump so he cleared it and continued, “I haven’t played for long and I don’t know if I have the same…talent in me still.”

“I don’t know much about music so if you’ll slip I won’t judge you,” said Harry and got more comfortable on the couch, looking at Draco with his wide, bright green eyes, his face innocent and baby-like, and Draco knew that whatever Harry asked him to do, he wouldn’t say no to him.

Draco placed the Lower Bout on his shoulder, his chin resting at the small side of it, but before he could think of what to play, Harry interrupted him again, “Just so you know, this room is…um…charmed, so you can use it the way you want it.” Draco arched his eyebrow in question, “I mean, if you are going to play something that will require another instrument, you can think of it and tell it what to play; giving notes and all.” Harry smiled at Draco’s surprised face. “It’s like the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts, but you can only require music. All you have to do is think.”

Draco nodded and closed his eyes. He could do this. There was nothing that Draco couldn’t do. What to play? He racked his brain for something but nothing came up. At the end he thought of the music that he had written but never had a chance to play it, because of his father. He tightly closed his eyes and clenched his teeth in concentration.

The first notes started with the piano that he had requested from the room; his fingers walked slowly on the strings, almost teasing it. The room was helping him also as if he was feeling Draco’s desperation to prove himself that he could do it, and the only thing he could was enjoy it while he played. And Draco lost himself into the sad music. He moved with his right hand as he moved the bow on the bridge. The music took a sadder note to it, the notes turning into slower, drawn out notes.

Harry watched, mesmerized, as Draco lost himself into the music. He had never seen Draco like this; so exposed, so strong yet vulnerable. His face had a dreamy expression to it and Harry felt a smile tug at his lips. Draco was beautiful. There were no words to describe him. Harry bit down at his lip as Draco’s brow furrowed as the music took another sadder note. In whatever state Draco was in when he wrote this song, proved Harry that Draco was really sad at that moment.

A silent tear fell down from Draco’s closed eyes and Harry didn’t say anything as he realized that Draco hasn’t even felt it. So he sat there and enjoyed the music and enjoyed looking at Draco and his body.

He was hot.

There really were no words to describe him.

Draco on his part was grieving inside. He never realized how much he missed playing it, how much he really enjoyed it. He didn’t realize he was crying when a dry sob left his lips. He abruptly stopped playing and dropped his hands down to his sides. Warm arms were hugging him from his waist and his face was buried into a wonderfully smelling neck. Harry hugged him as tight as he could, and Draco hugged Harry to him as dry sobs racked his body.

Harry rubbed a hand at Draco’s back trying to sooth him. Harry smiled into Draco’s neck as he thought that today was not Draco’s day. He had cried three times now and he couldn’t help but find this fact absolutely adorable. When Draco’s sobbing turned into soft hiccups, Harry pulled back a bit and wiped away Draco’s tears, a small soft smile on his face.

“I’m the one to do the moping, not you,” he reminded Draco softly which in turn only hiccupped. Harry cupped Draco’s cheek and kissed his lips softly. He meant it to be one chaste kiss, but as Draco dropped the violin from his hand and grabbed fistful of Harry’s hair, Harry instantly knew that Draco needed him; and he let him to take him, to comfort him.
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